The dress in question was one of the old sundresses that the BBs had brought for me. It was comfortable and showed my shoulders and legs, something that would have made my mother faint straight away.
When I walked down the stairs this morning, the rest of the pack seemed to freeze in place and stare. I knew exactly what I was doing by wearing the dress.
I had to dance out of their grabbing hands with a promise of later. I was wearing the sundress for a reason, and it was to entice Bat into finally being with me.
Ever since my heat he’d been free with his affection, but we never had sex again. It was as if he was worried I’d forget all about him when it came to the affection of the rest of the pack, which was impossible for me to do. Bat was a huge piece of my world, and I needed to remind him of that.
So the dress was my way of coercing him into a romp. I just didn’t think it would be outside and up against a tree.
“I did, a bit,” I admitted as his lips explored the column of my neck, his beard tickling the soft skin. Hot hands slid up the side of my bare thighs and up inside of the dress. I could feel the exact moment that he discovered that I wasn’t wearing any panties because his entire body froze.
Bat’s head lifted so that he could look me in the eyes. “Care to share with the class, sugar?”
“I was trying to get you to have sex with me again, I’ve been a little worried that you don’t want to do it again with me.” My voice was small and shy as I spoke. A very tiny part of my brain had convinced me that Bat wasn’t interested in me anymore or that he preferred to not be with anyone. Loving someone from afar was not my cup of tea, so I’d concocted my sundress plan.
I reached into the pocket of the sundress and pulled out one of the condoms that I’d grabbed from my nest this morning and held it up in between us. “I even brought condoms.”
Bat stared at the foil for a moment before his confused expression cracked like an egg and he burst into loud laughter.
I frowned at him as he continued to laugh, his forehead on my shoulder as his entire body shook. “It’snotfunny, Bat, I was really worried.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, sugar, I’m laughing at the whole fucking situation,” Bat said, wiping a stray tear from underneath his eye as he regained his composure. “We really must be in love because I’ve been thinking the same exact thing as you.”
My chest warmed at his words. He’d never told me he was in love with me before.
“Love,” I said, trying the word out. It felt perfect on my tongue and I squealed, throwing arms around his shoulders, nearly knocking him off balance as he caught me. “I love you, Bat, wholly and completely. I want you in every way that I can get you.”
“Well thank fuck for that.” My back returned to the tree, but my feet never touched the ground again as Bat pressed his mouth roughly into mine. Bat’s hips rolled up against mine and I could feel his hard length trapped by his dark jeans.
“I want you to take me against this tree,” I whispered against his mouth and ground myself down onto him. He was going to have a wet spot there when all was said and done, but my inner-omega was purring at the thought of marking him as my own in some way, shape or form. “And I want you to knot me until I see stars.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. Bat set me down for just a moment while he freed his erection, his pierced cock standing proudly away from his body as he slid the condom on.
Bat lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his waist as he pressed me up against the tree. The rough bark scratched against my back, sending little twinges of pleasure straight to my core.
I was beginning to learn that pain and pleasure went hand-in-hand, especially when Bat’s cock stretched me overfull, each of his piercings sliding inside and stimulating new spots every time he moved.
During my heat everything had a haze of lust over it, but now I could feel every inch of Bat as he pushed himself all the way up to his already swelling knot.
“So tight,” Bat muttered as he paused to let me adjust.
“I think it’s the piercings, makes my insides clench,” I whispered, my words strangled as he began to slowly pull out of me. “Give it to me, Bat, be rough with me.”
Bat heard my pleas, his dark eyes an inferno as he drew his hips all the way back before slamming inside of me, making both of us groan.
“Gotta be quiet, sugar,” he muttered as he began to thrust in and out, his piercing making my entire body quiver with each pull.
“I can’t,” I said, moaning as I felt the flat of his groin brushed against my sensitive clit.
Tattooed fingers muffled my next moan as Bat covered my mouth. It was probably for the best because it allowed me to really let go, knowing that Bat would make sure that no one heard me.
Bat muffled his own grunts by burying his face in my neck, his lips sucking on the thrum of my pulse as he brought the both of us closer and closer to climax.
The graze of his teeth was what finally brought me tumbling over the edge. I screamed against Bat’s palm as my insides twisted around his cock, my entire body feeling like it was floating.
Bat cursed under his breath, something about not getting his knot in yet, before I felt the thick pressure of his knot slipping inside of me. I felt him twitch as he came with a string of expletives that would have made a sailor blush.
We stood panting together, Bat pressed into me as we both used the tree to stay upright.
